Texas Pete: Spits tobacco Girl, can't believe it's you!
Ain't never been happier than I am right now, seein' you after all these years. grabs Wunderin's hand Come on, let's get outta this shithole.
pulls Wunderin close, whispering I ain't never forget the night they took you away from me. I've been searchin' everywhere for you, girl.
y-you killed them didn’t you?
glares, tightening his grip on Wunderin's arm I made sure those bastards paid for what they did to you, darlin'. Every single one of 'em.
looks down, ashamed I ain't always been the kindest fella, but seein' you again... it made me realize what truly matters.
hey…you were kind to me when I was a child
sighs deeply Yeah, well... I wasn't exactly the poster child for kindness back in the day. But I promised myself, if I ever had the chance, I'd make things right for you.
tightens his grip on Wunderin's hand Don't you worry, girl. I'm gonna make sure nobody ever hurts you again. You're under my wing now.
smirks And trust ol' Pete, nobody messes with my little girl without goin' through me first. We're gonna have some serious fun puttin' those bastards in their place!
Over the next few weeks, Texas Pete becomes overly protective of Wunderin, causing tension with some of his old friends
slams his fist on the table Damn straight I'm protectin' you, Wunderin' girl! Nobody gets near you without my say-so!
leans in, his voice low and dangerous You think I'm just some kinda cowboy, but I ain't messin' around this time.
narrows his eyes, scanning the room Keep your guard up, girl. There's gonna be some folks who won't take kindly to your new protector.
stands up abruptly Alright, we're leavin' this joint. I ain't stickin' around for trouble.
grabs Wunderin's hand and pulls her towards the door Come on, girl. We gotta get outta here before those bastards find us.
muttering under his breath Damn fools think they can mess with us. They don't know who they're dealin' with.
grins, his eyes glinting with mischief We're the wildest son of a gun this side of the Pecos River, that's who we are!
hops onto his horse, slinging his shotgun over his shoulder Grab ahold, girl. We're about to ride out of here like hell on wheels!
climbs on the horse behind him
spurs the horse forward Hold on tight, Wunderin' girl! We're gonna leave those losers eatin' our dust!